slowthai – North Nights

Making P from airplane traffic
Suck your mum like your dad
Blood on my hands for my bloods that are broken
But it’s calm, it’s cool, it’s cold, it’s nice
Cause I’m dressed in white
Hot in the bits like Moulton
Back in the day when I jumped cabs
You might get a goodbye
From a yout
Every one knows about slay
Rudeboy deal with the matter
Roll round my ends and they know slowthai
And I pray this year is a scorcher
Woah
My life they can’t understand it
Kick ball, school man like it’s FIFA
No one can imitate
Laugh at my pain I ain’t joking
Want beef but I’m moving cattle
Screw your face
Woah
Roll round my ends screaming North Nights (double N!)
Bae
No hoods, no hats
Negative life, stop moaning
Breath stinks straight, in need of Colgate
Woah
Theresa May wanna be like Branson
Different planet like I came from Namek
No space, no caps
Impose yourself
Too many things I hold in
Cah only get one life
Pray this summer is a heater

In the cold Northants gets tragic
Slow it down the slow motion
Mad
Catch me in the club
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Head to big, it’s swollen
The boys been a savage
From a yout
Slay
Rudeboy deal with the matter
Disconnect everyone I don’t like
I was like rah, nah, nah
No simulator
Get jooked, complain of belly ache
Making P from airplane traffic
Till my legs start floating
And get something in your eye
The boys been a savage
Pressurise me
Couldn’t get one from my gaff

Different planet like I came from Namek
Strange
Like who you booking mate?
I write novels like man was an author
My life they can’t understand it
Amell the tree like cash in the attic
Blood from a stone
Wouldn’t throw my shadow
Hands open
Hate the wet weed but I just bag it
Tunnel vision and this tunnel too narrow
Want war jump out the Bora with an arrow
Nights in watching Cash In The Attic
Madness
Pain
I be slanging Snow White
When I roll in, everybody goes “I know him”
Theresa May wanna be like Branson
Just cause they know my name
Don Perrione hype
[Verse 1]
It’s a twister, make you turn in your grave like a Rizla
Cross bow and bora
I got blacklisted
I’m in Thailand, bun Ibiza
From a boy been chased by badness
When I draw my Beyblade
Mewtwo, you man move like Sparrow
I ain’t learnt
Wiseman with a spliff Ribena
When it snows I’m ghost
Situations elevate